Great Novelist

The fountain is quiet. The music with the fountain show will stop, but you can see that the water is rising and falling fairly well.

“What's the first thing you do when writing a deduction novel? ”

He asked, "The mystery novel was still unknown." To that question, faith smiled.

“I'm covering. Decide which cases to deal with first. I don't really follow orders after that. I can almost feel it when I'm done covering topics, characters, backgrounds, etc. ”

She said so, and she added, "Ah."

“But among the characters, the killer is the first. ”

“The culprit.”

An unfortunate culprit reveals himself.

“Face, height, weight, habit, taste, occupation, hobby, values, frequent places, relationships in school, and who you've made love to. Create everything for the unsub. The closest thing we have to a murder is the killer. That's what happens when you cover it. ”

Quite detailed. Then it's clear the perpetrators are also aware of the crimes committed. Maybe that's why she can only give the unsub an unfortunate ending. He didn't put it in his mouth.

“That's amazing.”

“Really? I'm more impressed that you're making up weird language all the time. ”

She smiles, and points to the frozen fountain with her fingers. She said, one question out of here.

“If you were to write this case down, who would you name the culprit? ”

The eyes of faith were on themselves. He said he wouldn't miss anything. He thought for a moment, receiving such a view of faith. The one who stopped the fountain. Do you have a grudge against the Fountain? Or is there a story to use the fountain for something? Anyway, he's on the case.

is a person who can. Do not deviate from this natural framework. It could have been more than one person, an official, a person around the fountain, or two people. Various people went through my head. A person who stops the fountain and feels no guilt. Or embrace all the sins.

I wonder if Ryeok is the one who did it. Thought about it, he sighed a little.

“I don't care what it takes. ”

“Huh?"

“The perpetrator. It ends when he commits a crime against anyone. ”

“Yeah, he's literally the culprit. ”

“I'm not going to decide who did it. ”

“Huh?"

I frowned as if I didn't understand faith well.

“People are more interesting than fountains. ”

The person who suffered the damage by stopping the fountain. People who have made a profit. Those who turn away, those who accept. Someone who knew the unsub and someone who didn't. bystanders and suspects.

“Let's pick one of them and have him do it. ”

It was the opposite choice as to who the killer was first. Whatever life the unsub had in the past, he had already committed a sin. Anyone could have sinned. The writer writes people down.

Faith frowned for a moment, then smiled. Then he took a picture and started taking pictures of himself with the fountain.

“You might not fit in with the abstract novel. ”

“Is that so?"

“Pity you don't know the joy of detectives and thieves' subtle neurowarfare. ”

“I don't know why. But that's what I would do if I did. Well, you have to try it yourself. ”

“What, are you thinking of writing a deduction novel? ”

“I'm going to write any novel. ”

“Excellent answer. ”

Shutter clicks. The last two people left the fountain. After wandering around the park for some time, faith was curious about the school he attended.

“You really don't know you're a coincidence at school? ”

“I don't know. Except for the doorman. ”

“So you don't hear about your writing at language time? ”

“It's not like I wrote in a textbook. That doesn't happen much. Oh, but if you get sleepy, you hear me say, If you're accidental, you can sleep. So I kept sleeping. ”

Faith laughed.

“What a coincidence. Has anyone found out that your writing is a coincidence? ”

“Nothing.”

It can't be. It's not a coincidence. Belief in not knowing it made me look like I didn't know it.

“I'd like to see the school. ”

“I can't go in there. ”

“Just the outside.”

She was persistent.

“It's a short walk away, should I call you a cab? ”

“No. Let's walk. ”

She pushes her back to guide her cold path. He and faith walked diligently to school while having a silly conversation. She admired the buildings and playgrounds she saw outside the gates. He took a picture and said,

“I feel special because I think you go to a normal school. ”

Faith only looked at the school for a long time, whether she was thinking about writing in the future. He calmly waits for her to finish her errands. A centipede passes under your feet. Zinne shudders around for a moment, then hides herself with a nearby flower bed.

“I'm hungry.”

I preached the end of my thoughts incredibly.

“Don't you have a regular snack bar? ”

“A snack bar?”

“Yes. I'm here now. I miss the taste of snacks in front of the school. ”

He took her to the snack bar with the ministers. Luckily, the door was open. I lightly said hello to the ripe lady, and fried Tteokbokki, Sundae, and more.

“It's been a long time. ”

She remembered her studies while eating Tteokbokki which she sells in front of the school. He knew that feeling.

“Sometimes I miss them. ”

At that, faith smiled.

“You're talking like an old man. An active high school student.”

“Memories don't age. ”

The two of them focused on eating. The food ordered decreased rapidly. I ate very well whether it was because of memories or because of the streets that I had walked. If it weren't for the lively ringtones coming out of the bag of faith, the two of them would have gotten rid of all the food.

“Uh, it's the algebra. ”

The user receives a call shortly after faith has confirmed its target. After a few conversations, you hear a loud noise over the phone. I don't know about the contents, but the expression of faith made my nagging clear.

“I get it. I never forget a purpose. ”

The faith again emphasized whether the majority did not believe. I watched him talk quietly, and my faith suddenly gave me the phone. He took it to his ear, reflecting it.

“Hello?"

“I've had a hard time. Coincidence.”

It was a sudden consolation.

“I didn't have a hard time. ”

On the other side, faith muttered. She thinks I'm a pain in the ass. At that time, there was a loud noise over the phone. I have a familiar voice.

“Hoho! Keep up the mysticism! ”

“Is Mr. Seo with you? ”

“Mom's here, too. ”

“You too, comrade? I heard you left for the inn. ”

“Have faith told you that? Right. Yang from Gangwon, too. He followed me to the ocean. I don't know if you want to eat. ”

“Are you okay with writing? ”

“I've got an inn, so it's okay. I'm having dinner with him for a while now. ”

You hear noises rather than secrets, rather than mysticism.

“What's wrong with you in the west? ”

“I made a bet.”

The section said without hesitation.

“· · · · · · · What bet? ”

“Faith gets the good out of you, not the good. ”

These writers, they have fun.

“Which one is your sister? ”

“I'm always on the yes side. ”

I get it.I bet you can't get it on the west side by shouting.

“She kept bouncing and sticking to my side saying she wasn't going to gamble. ”

She adds information.

“So give it to me. I'm showing you what's inside. ”

I feel a longing for victory. He said he was cooperating as best he could. Faith reaches out across the hall to see if there are still words to say. I returned the phone to her and the plate was clean.

“I'm going to the studio from now on. You're jealous, right? Tell your boss there are no reviews. Goodbye.”

She hung up without a clue. And then I checked the time.

“I think the last time I went to the workshop would be perfect. Main dish!”

He looked at the empty plates and said.

“My studio and my room. ”

“Your mother's home, right? ”

“Yes, you're very happy to see the writer. ”

“Then let's buy a gift on the way. What do you like?”

“You don't have to. ”

She doesn't back down, even after all this time in Australia. Eventually, I picked up a box of fruit and headed home. It was not far from school to home. I have always passed the buildings in place. I got out of the way of the car coming from behind, and I gave my eyes to the cat walking by the wall.

The cat walked under the car for a while. The Lord and faith walked without saying a word. A black plastic bag discarded along the road moves in the wind.

“Hello."

When I entered the house, my mother was in the living room. Faith smiled and greeted him with a box of fruit. The two of them simply said hello.

“I heard you came to see the Lord's room. ”

I said, "Yeah, I really need this guy to write my paper. ”

“Make yourself at home. I'll give you a car.”

“Thank you."

She exclaimed vigorously as if she were treating her friend's mother. She went into the kitchen. He led her to her room. He pointed to a closed door.

“Here.”

“Finally.”

She doesn't hide her excitement. I breathed violently.

“I'm nervous.”

“It's just a room. ”

“Coincidental workshop. ”

Faith gripped the handle. He calms his mind for a moment, then turns the handle while sighing for a moment. The door opens, and her hair shifts. Heavy winds blow.

“Wow."

My mother, who put her face to the sound, was staring blankly at the room. The red line of the plaintiff. Various letters. Stories. The sentence. Everyone was flying the room. He picked up a piece of paper that had come under my feet. And then I realized that I had left my window open.

C. I also remembered a paper that outlined the field feeling as an excuse. The wind blows.

“It's too glamorous. ”

Faith looked at the landscape of the room as if bewitched.

“The writing is everywhere. ”

She mutters.

“Are you sleeping here? In a bed surrounded by this manuscript? ”

Boxes and manuscripts filled with rooms. It was piled up dangerously over my height. It's all just a coincidence. This is a space with only letters. She passes the camera around her neck and puts her hand in her pocket. He had a notepad and a pen in his hand.

“There's a bigger piece of paper. ”

“I don't need it. I'm just going to write down the keywords. ”

Her hands quickly write down the words. That was her memory. Her face was full of joy.

“I'll be a writer. ”

She put a man in her mouth to make.

“A very bad writer. ”

He listened to her quietly.

“A writer who has never finished my story. A writer with tons of written manuscripts. A writer who plays because he has a lot of money for such topics. ”

She laughs.

“Bad luck. ”

The End of the Book (6)

lim Han-baek